I sometimes wonder, if in my case, that maybe the insecurities of life just get to be too much.
Some peeps cope by drinking way too much, some smoke dope while others turn hostile.
My coping mechanism seems to be that I turn into a female on occasion. Deep down, I am not really sure what it does for me, other than maybe I live a fantasy for a few hr.'s per month or week. Don't get me wrong, I love an occasional beer. And Lord knows I love my Run and Pepsi/Coke, but there is something about dressing up and just chillin out that seem at least a little less physically damaging. LOL. I don't look at it as a fetish, just a coping mechanism. Does that make sense????
I got tired of trying to get fake boobs that actually looked real, so when I developed Gynecomastia I was somewhat angered because I just went thru a bad heart attack. But, then I thought "Hey, this could be a good thing since I like to dress up every so often!". I love the fact that when I shower, I don't have to worry about "peeling the fake one's off" or having to re glue them. I just shower, end of story.
Maybe one day, I will venture out in the world dressed somewhat feminine, who knows?